Sickness found a home today, crept in through the silences. You say it's in the river and the rain, you say we can't escape. Brace your arms around you tight, and dread the sliding mountainside. You'll fade, your eyes will fade, you say you'll fade. And someday there will be blood. Someday worse than this wrecking wind. So build your walls with wisdom, build your walls so strong. But if we trace this sickness back to the ripples and currents, can't we name them useless? Can't we drown them down? I want to know the trees that you dream, and drink your water faithfully. To climb with a reckless heart, to hold you through the night. Someday it will be clear, the hurricane will hit the river. Below swelling arches of water, wind and ground, we'll lay our bodies down, my love.